Any death toll that is offered from an earthquake will turn out to be false because there is no one to count them one by one. We are talking about a factorial and approximate number to which the injured and those who will have to survive without a home must be added.
We already know that the earth tends to move where the most unfortunate people live and that, seeing the images, we condescendingly exclaim from the couch, “poor people.” The arrival of Tik Tok into our lives (the Chinese have created the most addictive application) has generated a newscast at all hours where the videos are renewed instantly. On Saturday night I was hooked on terrible images of Marrakech, Casablanca.... the videos were repeated of houses being destroyed vertically, of people fleeing without knowing where, or even of cameras recording the Mozkoubia Mosque with the damage in it. its minaret.
Suddenly a video appeared from a user named Dima offering images of a razed Berber village: Imlil, sixty kilometers and one hour from Marrakech, almost two thousand meters high and of miraculous beauty. I remember Imlil as an experience of youth, impossible to forget, in a Berber hostel with unspeakable views of the snow-covered Atlas. Imlil has already become, in history, the neighbor of the epicenter of the Moroccan earthquake, and the video that is repeated on Tik Tok is anonymous rubble. The earthquake has devastated any image of daily life, of the lost paradise of that area.
As the years go by, we are prepared for landscapes to change but not destroy them. We have always admired nature, now we are pissing it off, it is revolting and becoming hostile. Floods are increasing, fires are multiplying, temperatures are rising and now earthquakes are approaching.
We live tighter because on Tik Tok, Morocco is not below, it is next to it. Nature is joining globalization and, through our iPhone, shows us that everything is too close although, always naive, it still seems very far to us.
